Void - Craft

In the gleaming nightfall we can watch the light retreat.

Its rays slither eastward, like snakes along the grass,

As it leaves us to ourselves.

Woods of tall trees

Old, deformed and barren — obscuring the sun —

Red and tired

From working its way up from life giver

To massive hydrogen bomb

We can’t see the sun,

But we can see the god rays surrounding the trees

And brief dim flickers of light shining through them.

These are rays from a god that is long dead.

It’s our final night in this place.

There is no tomorrow.

This evening we drink to the day the world ended.